Not a Pretty Girl

I am not a pretty girl but my clock doesn't strike at midnight. I will dance 'til dawn. No push up, push in pin ups 100% Natural Made in America Like my Converses used to be

You may try to thaw my heart but it's no popsicle Sweet Cherry Waiting for you to suck on

You may tell us to wait for that prince, Knight in Shining Hypocrisy to mount the tower and claim his prize. Well, let me tell you: I put myself in that tower

You, sir, may be stronger taller wiser But that don't break my spine of steel. I will fight you, a tsunami of blood of life

This is my battle cry my minute resolution for who we are and what we represent Dolled up Locked up

You, sir, may have the power to sell your sex Market your ideals But I don't buy machismo!

No longer will I hide in the dark bruised body and sore soul whispering prayers by night. Because I shall waltz right past your rippling pecs and shapely cut shoulders

Past your arms in an embrace, ready to hold me in my place. I am on fire Burning with a voltage that rips through the night A hunger that cannot be satiated with lip gloss or polished in pink varnish. I am not A pretty girl.